When I was, like, 7-8 years old, I remember this little boy asking me, "Are you a boy or a girl? I can't tell." I remember being very upset at the time ("I'm a girl, dammit!"), but now I'm, like, "Meh." If you think I'm a boy, that's okay with me. #SaturdayFF

Today is my mom's birthday. She would have been 60 this year. Every year for her birthday, my granny made her a heart-shaped, red velvet cake with pink frosting and conversation heart decorations. She *hated* it, but I loved it. She tolerated my insistence to continue the tradition after her mom died. So, I did. And, even though my mom is no longer here to shake her fist at the cake, I still make it. I seem to have misplaced my heart-shaped cake pan, so I make cupcakes this year. Happy birthday, mom! #SaturdayFF

It's been nearly 13 years since I left my former home on the shores of Lake Erie in Northeast Ohio and six years since my last visit. But this week dear friend passed away at the age of 91, so next week I'm going out for the funeral. The process of arranging a place to stay has put me in touch with many friends and many more memories. It will be a bittersweet visit. #saturdayFF

I started out in the world left handed but switched to my right hand after a prolonged wrist injury when I was around 5 years old. I've made attempts to become ambidextrous, but it hasn't worked out for me. #SaturdayFF

I was born right handed, out of pure boredom in high school I started trying to become ambidextrous, my handwriting is illegible as it is with the right hand, it's goes a bit further than that when I use the left one ‎· SaeedTheGiraffe ?

I only write left-handed despite my mother's attempts to switch me over when I was younger. But I do everything else right-handed w/out any prompting whatsoever. I also sling messenger bags across my body over my right shoulder which I think is opposite from most people cause I always have to reverse the straps whenever I get a new bag so that the strap clasp is in the correct place. ‎· ronin

When I was 15, my classmates and me rided on ice floes. It was our favourite spring enterteiment. Using stiks we could sail away from the coast rather far. But it was absolutely safe, Gulf of Finland is really shallow and the worst thing that happened to us was wet feet. #SaturdayFF

When I was 11 (and again when I was 15), I climbed the Grand Teton (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand_Teton). It was really, really difficult. The first time I climbed, I was with my dad's family. When we reached the top, a freak thunderstorm hit and we had to climb down as fast as possible (because of the lightning danger). I was pelted by heavy hail and the trail became a mudslide. By the time I reached the trailhead, I was muddy, bloody, and bruised from head to foot. Good times. #SaturdayFF

I think so. I have some friends who are non-stop adventure seekers and it just sounds exhausting to me. I remember more about each adventure because I give myself time to reflect on how fun/scary/bizarre/interesting it was. I've also done a lot of what I call "solo adventuring," and that is where some of my fondest memories stem from. Knowing I went out and did something by myself feels pretty damn good. :) ‎· Jenny H.

When I was young, we moved around a lot, so I was the new kid in school each year. By 3rd grade, at the 4th school in 4 years, I had no friends, and hung out at recess with some 6th-8th graders who were essentially elementary school slackers and would-be stoners. Their drug of choice was chew (which they got from their dads, probably). #SaturdayFF

For some reason, they accepted my being young and nerdy and nicknamed me "Puffer", which suggested I smoked, even though I didn't. ‎· louisgray

I'm not even sure what we did, except I followed their orders to be some kind of low-quality bully, to go attack schoolyard enemies. Like "Get him, Puffer!" and I'd run after and rough up or tackle some kid who was older than me but younger than them. ‎· louisgray

It was weird, and didn't last too long, but after eating in the cafeteria, I'd run out to the grassy area where these white trash roughies would be lazing about and perform my role as Puffer, and for a short time, they were my posse. ‎· louisgray

I've only ever shoplifted once: a postcard from the Villa Romana del Casale, in the center of Sicily. It took 2.5 days to get there, due to a bus transfer mishap in Enna, so I had run out of cash (and film for my camera), because there were no ATMs anywhere. The Villa was so amazing, though, and I wanted to remember being there #SaturdayFF

#SaturdayFF when I was in elementary school, my mom, brother, sister and I were checking out of the grocery store and happened upon a tabloid that showed a baby born with two heads. My sister, 5, was incredulous. My mom, not missing a beat, said, "That's what happened to Louis, but they cut off the wrong head."

The next afternoon, my mom was in the teachers' lounge at school, where she taught and we attended, and my sister's kindergarten teacher approached her, laughing. Apparently that morning was show and tell, and my sister said she had something to share. ‎· louisgray

She went in front of the class and told all of them that her older brother Louis was born with two heads, and they unfortunately had cut off the wrong one. That was her presentation. We still joke about it. ‎· louisgray

#SaturdayFF when I was in drivers' training at age 16, a highway patrol officer trailed me for blocks, until pulling me over for my right rear tire crossing over the paint of an empty parking space. His argument was that I should assume all spots are full. I said if it had been, I wouldn't have crossed over it.

The driving instructor was beside himself annoyed at the officer who had targeted me, for who knows what reason. I lost confidence, and got a 49 of 100 on the final test of the course. I later got my license with a 97 of 100 when it really counted. So I nearly doubled. ‎· louisgray

This also led to my mistrust of police and law enforcement for the first year or so I was driving. ‎· louisgray